“Good.”
Satisfied, she keeps reading.
Her eyes fly up to meet mine. “There’s a clause about children?”
“Just in case.”
“In case of what?” Her face pinches with confusion. “It’s not like I’m the Virgin Mary. There will be no Immaculate Conception.”
“You and I know the marriage is fake. My lawyers don’t. This is a standard clause.”
“Oh. I see.”
Her attention returns to the contract.
“There’s nothing shady about the contract, but like we’ve discussed before, you need the advice of a lawyer,” I say when she reaches the last line. “Did you find one?”
She lifts her head. “Rhys is working on it.”
“I’ll need the signed contract back by Friday midday.”
“Okay. Where will we live?”
“We’ll stay at the penthouse and we can spend weekends on the yacht or at the Malibu mansion.”
“Okay.”
“Hopefully you’re not a slob,” I say.
She shoots me a death glare. “I’ll have you know I’m a tidy person. Some might say I’m a bit of a neat freak.”
“I’m not surprised.” I give her a onceover. “It shows.”
“You set me up, didn’t you?”
“And you fell for it.” I shrug. “Do you have any other questions for me?”
“One last thing.”
“I’m all ears.”
“What color are your eyes?”
That’s the last question I expected. “Will that make or break our arrangement?”
“It’s not going to change anything, I’m curious.”
“You noticed my eyes, kitty cat?”
She arches a brow. “I’m sure you know your eyes are a unique color.”
“Like my mom, I have hazel-blue eyes. Roman has one blue eye and the other hazel-blue. He has heterochromia,” I say. “And, you’re right, hazel-blue is unique—much more than green eyes.”
“Not bad,” she says with nonchalance.
“Not bad?”
“Okay.” She pauses for a beat. “You have attractive and mesmerizing eyes.”
